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You go on ahead, my son, I’ll catch up with you when the snow reaches the end of winter You have your life to live and worlds to explore Where you are headed I won’t be going Maybe I will be there in spirit ensconced in your memory But I will always have the memories we built The many baseball games you played and starred Do you recall, I was there for all of them? There were many pitching practices behind our house And at Moore Field chasing the fly balls I hit to you I’ll never forget the day we went to Dodger Stadium and saw Fernando pitch that perfect no-hitter, remember? I’ll never forget you practicing the piano And how good you were becoming The teacher said that with practice You could become a really good pianist Those days are in our past But our story goes way back The playful reality we enjoyed became a nightmare And those wonderful memories lie in the dustbin of my memory Our relationship devolved through the years You're more distant now; a father-son past put away Never to return, never to be mentioned Life is not fair they say and it’s true I only remember the good times of those days Our many laughs and slurpees after games And how you developed into a fine young man To become a well respected professional attorney I wish you continued success, my boy That’s what you have always been to me, my precious child My pride and joy; you remain so to this day, as you always will Till I reach that place of respite beyond the snows of winter

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Date: 3/4/2019 5:13:00 AM
Straight from the heart! Very beautiful, and respectful. Sad when we now can only watch them further grow from a distance. I was not a good father--never there for my children...and yet, my daughter (girls seem to see things differently from boys), still calls me to check up on the old man. I have no answers for you. A lot I would change in my own life could I go back. Bless and love him from afar--the soul will always reach him even when the conscious mind is silent. Your poem is great!
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norberto franco cisneros
Date: 3/4/2019 5:09:00 PM
Thank you Joe, children turn out the way hey do whether it's our fault or nor. They do grow up with their own minds and often times astonishing us, other times bewildering us and sometimes pleasantly and gratefully surprising us as your daughter. Thank you again for appreciating my words.